Newton went into the shop, and returned with a chisel and hammer.

Taking a chair to stand upon, he very coolly began to force the lock.
"I am very sorry, mother, but I must have something to eat; and since you won't give me the key, why--" observed Newton, giving the handle of the chisel a smart blow with the hammer-- "Here's the key, sir," cried Mrs Forster, with indignation, throwing it on the table, and bouncing out of the room.
A smile was exchanged between the father and son, as she went backwards, screaming, "Betty--I say, Betty, you idle slut, where are you ?" as if determined to vent her spleen upon somebody.
"Have you dined, father ?" inquired Newton, who had now placed the contents of the cupboard upon the table.
"Why, I really don't quite recollect; but I feel very hungry," replied the optician, putting in his plate to receive two large slices; and father and son sat down to a hearty meal, proving the truth of the wise man's observation, that, "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than the stalled ox and hatred therewith.".